Nothing but handbags

Very fashionable

Yes, it seems so.

Nathan et Louis from Baisers Cachés

I can't stop watching this film. Who's got the time?
But it's multiple layers just keep exposing themselves with each viewing. It is so unremittingly beautiful.

Ronaldo admits to being rich. And to being a faggot.

Did he really?

Well, who really knows how things appear in one news outlet and get passed on to others, sometimes like Chinese Whispers.

• Here's one run of the story on sport-english.com.
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• Here's Queerty's report.
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• And the Gaily Grind. 

But is there anything in the mainstream press? I haven't found anything, but Edge Media Network does at least report a source: a radio station, Cadena Cope - if you speak Spanish.

But this is a discussion of someone reporting the comment, isn't it? It's not straight from the horse's mouth or even any witnesses, as far as I can tell. It's from a presenter called Juanma Castaño.

No comment

From Dezeen

Troye Sivan

Apparently this 21 year old, totally out, Australian star of screen and recording studios is not particularly fazed by the photo below being leaked.

His biog, yes even a 21 year old can have a biog, is replete in Wikipedia.
Yep, butter wouldn't melt in his ..., well, you decide.

And the "leaked" pic is from Tumblr. Thanks, I guess. He guesses. We guess. They guess. What do you guess?

And thanks again to Queerty for alerting me to this fascinating expose.

Ben Whishaw interview PLUS partner from Down Under

Marvellous NY interview from 2010.
Stylised presentation.
Movement ... what's the word?

Elsewhere he speaks of the great difficulty it takes to come out.
And the immense bravery

He's now married to an Australian composer, whom he met when they were making Jane Campion's film about Keats, Bright Star.

Ben W also plays in Lilting, of which they write:

Coming to terms with his boyfriend's death, a young man forms a relationship of half-truths and unspoken feeling with his partner's mother in this deeply moving portrait of grief.

Oh, and B's husband? 

Mark Bradshaw.

Coming right up!

... about whom more can be found at Wikipedia, believe it or not.

He does brush up well, don't he?

A little Googling will get you ogling: try for example, Charlie Auterac. 
A not bad looking bloke, for sure.

But in the hands of an artist, he brushes up awfully well 

at BoyZoo,

and take me seriously, or however you'd like.

Photo by Dimitris Theocharis 

Kylie's new bloke

Hollywood Cocktails, a site for sore eyes, struck gold when doing a background check on Ms. Minogue's fiance. They have been as generous in sharing it as God was in endowing Mr. Sasse with talents that he himself readily shares. For example, 

Really important to flex everything, right?

Really important to flex everything, right?

Really important to flex everything, right?

Definitely a winner

CONGRATULATIONS BOYS. WONDERFUL ACHIEVEMENT

Beach ballet: why we travel

Honestly, it was like a ballet. I was sitting amid the clutch of palm trees that nowadays has grass growing between them, and reading the Stefan Zweig autobiography that’s been on my bookshelves for over 5 years and I’ve only just got round to reading. The slight coincidence is that I brought it on my Andalusian holiday with me because I’m reading the draft of my novel, which is partly set in Torremolinos, though much of it is sat in Vienna. The spark for Part 2 of my novel was seeing a lightly clad lad playing ball near these very palm trees over five years ago.

Zweig's biography is much about Vienna, admittedly 100 years later than the Schubertian part of my novel and 100 years earlier than my protagonists’ activities there. No matter, it’s enlightening in many ways. 

Slowly invading my peripheral hearing, a few German words. As I looked around, a group of 15 year old boys were changing into their swimming costumes. They were wrapping towels around their waists, removing their underwear and slipping on their budgie smugglers, far more colourful than all the budgies in the world united. They dropped their towels and some of them pulled board shorts over them. 

Then they moved from the wings to centre stage. This was onto the beach, directly in front of me, with two palm trees marking the proscenium arch slightly beyond which they performed. There were 12 of them, and since there was not an ounce of fat on their bodies between them,  and they were so comfortable with each other in their kicking a ball around in completely free-form fun, I can only assume that they are a sports team. But they were quiet, gently playful, no rough-n-tumble, no teasing, no rough-housing, yet neither did they display any particular overt intimacy. Naive, simple mateship, swarm like behaviour with no-one emerging as a leader. They gambolled on the beach, kicked the ball into the quite cold water, dove into the wavelets to retrieve it. This went on for about an hour. 

There were no adults in charge, not even any clock demanding that they pack up, yet at an unstated point, like migrating creatures,  they started heading off stage towards the open showers where they had left the clothes, washed the sand off themselves, and out of their swimming costumes, pulled down the backs to rinse out their cracks. They were laughing and joshing with each other the whole time, but in quite a respectful, private school way. No towel flicking, no attempts to pull each other’s togs off, no loud voices, no swearing, no teasing, just a lovely respectful camaraderie. 

I’ve never seen anything like it my life. And I didn’t make much progress with Herr Zweig’s biography thanks to this most exquisite, fascinating distraction. 

Are these lips even possible on a human?

I just saw this pic on here, on everyone's beloved Queerty.

Cristiano dancing

Coming out to play

What a great title for a gay sportsman's autobiography: Coming out to play, by Robbie Rogers.

In this video, certain resemblances to Tom of England can be discerned, most notably the quiet-spoken humility mixed with a certain "I can't fucking believe my life" gratitude to a world that embraces young gay celebrity sportsmen.

P.S. Thanks Queerty for putting me onto this trail.

Fashion that goes too far or not far enough

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From another fine blog, where you'll find even more. Or less?

Rumour mongering

This blog never set out to be, and has never been an instrument in rumour mongering. But the question of Leonardo di Caprio's sexuality came up recently and very little research takes you to names such as:

• Zac Efron
• Leo di Caprio
• Robert Pattinson
• Lukas Haas

In the Wikipedia entries on these big names, not one CTRL F turns up one hit for the words girlfriend, wife, partner, couple, marry, marriage in any of their entries. Dating seems a bit undergrad for grown ups, but these guys do date. Leonardo is roundly criticised for his string of short so-called relationships with models for the publicity's sake. 

I think that Leo is so greatly admired for his professional work and environmental support, that his days of disappointing teen mobsters is no longer a issue. If he is gay, which seems to be widely accepted, I hope his minders let him come out so that he can lead an honest life. It's many years since Rock Hudson died. It's many months since Anderson Cooper came out. 

Tom Daley did the right thing at the right time. He can't lose. And many people gain. Come on Leo, we saw those wonderful kisses in Total Eclipse, the romantic sacrifice of the great love. The erastes-eronemos relationship. One day, you'll tell us that that was the only honest film you did. 

Age will not weary them

Forgive me but I find this sizzling